Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 05:03:43 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer
Subject: Growing Josh Ch 02
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<><><><><>
Josh shoved another wheelbarrow full of horse manure and bedding
toward the pile behind the barns. He was starting to get frustrated with
Trent, thinking the younger man had left him with the unpleasant job of
cleaning stalls while Trent was checking on the goats. They'd moved the
herd to a new pasture last night so it wasn't a bad idea to take a walk
through the herd, but Trent had been gone for an unreasonable length
time. He and Trent had been getting along well after the visit from Mitch's
parents a few weeks before, but Josh still wasn't going to let him get away
with dumping the dirty work on him while he screwed around. Entering the
relatively dim light of the building after unloading, he saw Trent's
silhouette moving with agonizing slowness toward him. Josh's frustration
boiled over.
"Damn it, Trent! Where have you been?"
Trent continued moving closer without responding. Josh started
wondering what had happened. As Trent got closer, he could see something in
his arms. Josh watched him with growing concern. Trent stumbled slightly
and a thin leg swung out from his arms. Dropping the wheelbarrow Josh raced
toward Trent. As he closed the distance, Josh could see that Trent was
carrying one of the goats, the cavernous hole he could see in its
underbelly clearly signifying a violent end. Stopping just in front of
Trent, Josh could see it was one of Trent's black and white does. The
impact tore through Josh when he locked eyes with the younger man and saw
tears streaming down his face.
"Something killed her. She was all wadded up in one corner of the new
pasture," said Trent softly, almost without emotions as he cradled the
lifeless body in his arms.
Josh gave the corpse a quick look, and then put his hand gently on
Trent's shoulder. "It looks like a coyote to me. Dogs would have killed
more and tore them up."
Trent looked into Josh's eyes, the seemingly unending stream of tears
rolling down his face. "Do you think she suffered much?"
Josh started, and then stopped, unsure of how best to answer
Trent. Finally, with a sigh, he gave Trent the truth. "I don't know,
Trent. Sometimes they started feeding on the organs before the animal is
dead."
Trent shuddered, not ready or willing, to continue that line of
thinking, "I want to bury her. I don't just want to throw her in a ravine."
"I'll help you," said Josh.
Josh quickly gathered up a pair of shovels and a feed sack for the
body. Helping Trent slide the doe into the sack, they loaded up the ATV
and Josh drove them to a quiet meadow along the creek. Pulling out the
shovels, and without a word, they dug a small, deep grave and laid the
burlap wrapped body in the bottom. Quickly refilling the grave, they stood
quietly for several minutes. Trent finally shook his head and turned to
toss his shovel into the ATV.
"She was one of my favorites," said Trent.
"I know, but it happens," said Josh quietly.
Without looking up Trent asked, "What can we do to keep it from
happening again?"
Josh tossed his shovel beside Trent's, using the few seconds to
collect his thoughts. Knowing there was no foolproof system, but that he
needed to offer some direction.
"Well we could look at electric fences. They have some you can move
around now. I'll talk to Mitch about getting a couple of donkeys too. They
hate coyotes," offered Josh.
Trent nodded as he sat on the ATV. He didn't want to talk; he didn't
want to think about his early morning discovery. He especially didn't want
to contemplate the nagging feeling that this was just the first of what
would be his normal set of disasters.
<><><><>
Darrin was carefully going through his latest publication. He'd
refocused on the research component of his job, wanting to be bullet-proof
when he came up for tenure in a few years. Now that he was developing his
own reputation as a researcher, obtaining grants had become easier. As he
was proofing the last page he felt a presence in the office. Glancing up,
he saw that Emma Ruck was standing at his door.
"Hi Emma, what can I do for you today," said Darrin cheerfully.
"Just thought I'd drop by and invite you and your family to the house
for a little New Years Eve party."
"That would be great, but . . ."
Emma laughed, "Yes, all of your family, including the two trouble
makers. Unless they are battling again, and if they are, just let me know
and I'll have a little talk with them. They'll behave."
Darrin chuckled at his mentor, knowing she could make grown men cry
when she wanted. He had no doubt that she could put the fear of god into
two recalcitrant young men. "I'll be sure and pass along the threat. I know
Josh has a healthy respect for you, so he'll be good. As for Trent . . ."
Darrin raised his arms in a helpless gesture.
"Oh, Trent understands about surviving. I'm sure he will recognize
the alpha bitch," said Emma with a chuckle.
Darrin's eyebrows shot up, not certain how to respond. Fortunately
Emma continued without a discernible pause. "How are the papers coming?"
asked Emma in a typical change of topic.
Familiar with his faculty mentor's communication style, Darrin made
the transition seamlessly. They discussed the progress he was making and
she offered a few suggestions before leaving his office. Darrin had always
equated Dr. Ruck to a force of nature and this little visit just reinforced
his opinion. But he would be certain to pass along the invitation to
everyone, especially the two young lovers.
<><><><>
Josh and Trent rode behind Darrin and Mitch as they drove the handful
of miles to Dr. Ruck's house. Darrin had already told them that it would be
a good idea to be on their best behavior tonight, or Dr. Ruck would have a
talk with them about how to conduct yourself when a guest in someone else's
home. Frankly, Josh was terrified of her anyway so he had no inclination to
cause trouble.
Glancing across the pickup Josh watched Trent for several minutes,
chuckling a little to himself at how he had dressed. While the other three
were wearing new Wranglers and dress shirts, Trent was wearing the latest
styles of layered clothing, completely with skinny jeans that tapered to
almost nothing at his ankles. Josh knew that Trent was amazingly
attractive; he'd seen him nude every night since Mitch's parents had left
because they had continued sleeping together, losing the underwear after a
few nights. But Trent was already a slender guy and Josh thought the
tapered pants made his legs look like toothpicks. But he was happy, and
that made Josh happy, so he certainly wasn't going to say anything about
it.
Trent glanced over at him, reached over and took Josh's hand in his
and squeezed it. Trent glanced at the three handsome men in the pickup with
him and sighed to himself. He felt a little like the ugly duckling in
comparison to them, and he was well aware that he might have been more
comfortable with jeans and boots too. He had them, it wasn't that, but he
had on what he wanted to wear. No one had said a word to him about his
clothes. He had seen a slight smirk on Josh's face as they left, but he
hadn't said anything about it either.
As they turned into Dr. Ruck's driveway, Trent thought about their
invitation. Darrin had made it clear that everyone was invited, including
Trent. This would be the first New Year's party he had ever attended. Last
year the guys had really not done much of anything. They had eaten tons of
food, sat around the television to watch the ball drop in Time Square, then
waited an hour to see the countdown in Bricktown. It had been all pretty
low key. As they rolled to a stop, Trent thought to himself that he hoped
this wasn't going to be a night of old people sitting around talking and
getting drunk. But he was certain of one thing, regardless of everything
else, he wanted his midnight kiss from Josh.
As they all walked into the house together, it was obvious that
someone who knew how to have fun was throwing this party. The house was
large, and actually arranged with several different seating areas. The
largest one was a nesting of large comfortable looking chairs. But the
other two were obviously arranged with the younger attendees in mind. They
were each set up with different game systems and already had several people
battling for supremacy in differing worlds. Darrin glanced back and had to
smile when he saw that Josh and Trent both were already entranced by the
games.
Emma saw them come into the house and moved over to them. "Hello! I'm
glad you could all make it. There's tons of food and beverages." She turned
to Trent and Josh, "Sorry guys, but the punch and pop for under aged are
over there," she said pointing to the area closer to the gaming
consoles. The two younger men glanced at Darrin and Mitch and when they got
the nod of approval, headed for the food and video games. Emma snagged
Mitch's arm and directed him in the opposite direction. "I want to see what
you think of the punch, Mitch. I mixed it up special."
Darrin's head snapped to his mentor, wondering what she was up to
because he clearly recognized the subtle tone of deviltry in her voice. She
might be one of the most successful researchers in the department, but
Darrin also knew she had a streak of orneriness a mile wide too, and he had
a feeling Mitch was about to get a large dose of it.
As they walked up to the punch bowl, Darrin noticed several grins
shot their direction. He scanned the area, trying to figure out what was
going on while Emma ladled them both glasses of punch. They both sipped the
potent concoction carefully and watched the room. Suddenly Darrin was
startled by a snort and laughter from Mitch. Looking back, he saw that his
husband looking at his punch and laughing louder by the second. Darrin
glanced into his own glass, and then with a flick of his head he locked
eyes with Emma, and saw barely contained mirth blooming across her face.
"I can't believe you-"
Mitch's laughter chose that moment to erupt. "Boobs! You put ice
boobs in the punch! Oh. My. God. I love it!"
Emma's mirth finally burst out. "Yes, I thought it was only fair
after you served me punch with penis ice cubes a few years back. It took me
awhile to find them though!"
Mitch and Emma teased each other for several minutes and then the
party settled into a predictable rhythm. Darrin watched as Mitch hammered
back several more of Emma's special glasses of punch. Knowing neither of
them wanted the boys to drive them home, Darrin relegated himself to fruit
juices and water for the evening, with no remorse at all. Settling in with
one of the older gamer groups, Darrin was soon having a great time.
Trent and Josh had also quickly become involved with another of the
groups, mostly undergraduates that for one reason or another Dr. Ruck had
invited. It seemed that they were not the only same-sex couple among the
younger crowd. A few others were sitting very close and exchanging touches
and glances.
Mitch, by far the most gregarious of the four, had worked his way
through the crowd and ended up seated and chatting with other guests. He
became engrossed in a discussion about pasture forages with someone from
the agronomy faculty. For Mitch, the conversation was fascinating and
critical to their livelihood.
Trent was enjoying just watching as Josh and another guest played
against each other. Suddenly his skin began to crawl as someone sat very
close beside him, almost touching. Trent glanced over to see a very
familiar look, one he had seen time and again from the johns. This guy was
looking for one thing, and Trent wasn't interested. He started to move
away, and suddenly felt a meaty hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm Mark. I haven't seen you around campus."
"I don't go to the university. I work for Maverick Cattle," said
Trent trying to be civil. He again tried to leave, but this time Mark
pinned him to his seat. Mark leaned and in a husky whisper said, "Come on,
stud. I know your type. You need a little dick."
"A little dick is all you'd ever have to give too."
Trent's head spun, to see Josh standing beside him. His arms folded
over his broad chest, looking protective, and very angry. But apparently
Mark's survival instincts had never developed since he continued to hold
Trent down and looked at Josh.
"Move along, Junior. The little hipster twink and I were having a
discussion."
Josh moved forward, ready to rip Mark's hand off his boyfriend, when
he felt a slender hand gently restrain him. Glancing to his right he saw it
was Dr. Ruck, and the look on her face would have made any sane living
creature flee in terror. As she stepped forward, Mark locked eyes with her
and his hand slowly slid off Trent's shoulder.
"Mister O'Brien, I guess my decision invite you tonight was a poor
one. Come with me, I believe we need to visit . . . outside."
Mark rose, slowly, stiffly, as Emma watched him with arched brows. As
he slowly followed her out the front door, Mitch sat down beside Trent. He
turned to Trent and asked quietly, "You ok?"
"Yeah, fine. Don't worry about me."
"Trent, you're part of our family. We just wanted to make sure that
you are ok," said Darrin as he sat on Trent's other side.
Trent was suddenly overwhelmed. The three men he had known for little
more than a year were suddenly forming a protective guard around him, and
worried about him. He'd never had someone looking out for him before. He'd
always had to protect himself, but now he had three people, all of whom
looked like they were ready to rip off Mark's head.
Suddenly they heard a sound almost like a dog's bark. Darrin looked
out the front window and could see Emma having a discussion with the
miscreant who had touched Trent. Mark's head was down, and Darrin could
well imagine the words Emma was slicing through him with. Suddenly it ended
with her spinning to the door, and Mark stumbling toward his vehicle.
Emma reentered the house and paused for a spilt second and then
walked over to Trent. Kneeling in front of him, Trent was surprised to see
that the woman looked visibly shaken.
"Trent, you must accept my apologies. I have no idea what made him
think that was acceptable behavior, especially as a guest in my house. I
can assure you that he understands now, and he understands very clearly."
Trent was now feeling overwhelmed. He might not know Dr. Ruck well,
but he certainly knew she was important and well regarded. Looking from
Darrin, to Mitch and finally to Josh, he stopped himself from his initial
response to dismiss her need to apologize. His place in all this, his
acceptance into Mitch's family, he really couldn't believe it, but he knew
he was not going to get away with denial.
"Thank you. I don't think I did anything to encourage him. But I
didn't like him touching me," said Trent quietly.
"Trent," said Emma softly, waiting for him to look at her before he
continued. "You did nothing wrong. I'm just so sorry it happened."
Trent managed a heartfelt, if slight, smile. "It's ok. But I don't
want to spoil the evening."
"That's very nice of you, Trent. And it really isn't ok," said
Emma. She continued to kneel in front of Trent for several long seconds,
and suddenly leaned forward and hugged him tight. Releasing him, she met
Trent's eyes and smiled. "Darrin was right. You are an outstanding young
man." With that proclamation, she stood and joined the other guests,
assuring them that all was well.
Darrin and Mitch soon followed suit after they were convinced that
Trent was ok. But when he looked at Josh, there was a firm look of
determination that kept Trent from trying to dismiss him. Josh simply sat
beside Trent, wrapped his arms around him and held him for the rest of the
evening. When the clock struck midnight, Trent was greeted with a soft and
loving kiss that left his body tingling.
The ride home was quiet, each man lost in his own thoughts about the
evening. They all had baggage. Given, it was from differing sources, but
baggage nevertheless. After a brief goodbye, Josh and Trent walked the
short distance to Trent's house and some much needed rest. The pair moved
through their evening routine and soon their bare bodies were spooned
together as Josh held Trent very protectively.
The events of the night and the support from so many differing
sources had Trent worried. Too many good things were happening, far too
many. Trent lay in Josh arms, trying to decide what he needed to do to
protect these people who seemed to feel a need to support him. As the
stygian night began to lighten, he finally collapsed into an exhausted
sleep.
<><><><>
Darrin was sitting at the table, the house quiet for once, thumbing
through, of all things, seed catalogs. He had been thinking about putting
in a vegetable garden for a couple of years now, and the visit from Mitch's
parents over Thanksgiving had cemented the idea in his mind. During the
winter break he had ordered catalogs from a variety of companies. In the
midst of all the activity over the break, ending with the near disaster at
Emma's, this was the first time he'd had time to look through them.
He was looking for vegetables you couldn't buy in the
supercenter. Nothing was exactly set in stone, but he was leaning toward
some of the old varieties. Ones he could remember his grandfather raising
when he was little. He could remember being so excited when he got to
wander along with his grandfather and pick what was ripe. He was still
smiling at the thought when Trent walked into the house. Darrin heard the
refrigerator open and close, then felt Trent moving toward him. Darrin was
certain that his curiosity was just getting the better of him. When the
footsteps stopped, he looked up and smiled.
"Hey Trent, what's up?"
"Nuth'n much. What're you look'n at?"
"Seed catalogs," said Darrin, "I'm thinking about putting in a
vegetable garden this spring."
"Really? You want to grow your own like Patsy and Mike?" said Trent.
Darrin chuckled a little at Trent's sudden interest. Mitch's parents
had certainly captured the young man's attention. "Yeah, something like
that."
Trent pulled out a chair and started looking through the pages spread
out before them. Darrin chuckled to himself at how readily Trent had
assumed Darrin would be ok with him helping. That was certainly a very
different person than the one Sheriff White Cloud brought to the ranch all
those months ago.
They looked in silence until suddenly Trent's excitement escalated as
he read one of the descriptions. "This is that Amish one, Brandywine. Patsy
said it was the best tasting tomato she'd ever had!"
Trent twisted the catalog so Darrin could see, and watched with a
smile as he dutifully wrote down the name on a slowly growing list of seeds
they were going to order. The minutes ticked by quickly as their common
interest made the selection process fun and the conversation
animated. Darrin was actually surprised at how much information Trent
had. He'd apparently pumped Mike for information when they were visiting.
As they finished the last brochure, Trent looked down the list. "You
know, these are all heirloom," he said.
"Heirloom? What's that?" asked Darrin.
"They are the ones that will come back the same if you save the
seeds. Patsy and Mike said they tasted the best," explained Trent.
"We did good then," said Darrin with a smile.
"Yeah!" said Trent. Trent paused for a few seconds in thought. "But
we can't plant any of this for months."
"Some of it we can plant pretty early, like the kale and peas. But
the tomatoes and peppers we'll start in the house, and we'll have to do
that pretty soon," said Darrin.
"Really? That's cool! Be sure and tell me when we need to do
anything. I'd really like to help," said Trent with a rare smile for
Darrin.
"Will do!" said Darrin, echoing the sincere smile.
<><><><>
Trent woke slowly and peacefully, the night had been bitterly cold
and his house had proven to not be particularly winterized. He and Josh had
piled a few more blankets on top of them and had snuggled against each
other. As Trent drifted out of his highly contented fog, to realized that
his cock was again proving to have a mind of its own. It was hard as steel
and buried in Josh crack. Trent bit back a groan as his hips involuntarily
pressed forward until his cock was leaking against Josh's hole. The
cascades of pleasure were rattling Trent's thoughts until his cock was
doing all the thinking. Suddenly he realized that he was doing it again,
and he started to pull back.
"Don't. Please. It feels so good," Josh whispered.
"Josh. . ." whispered Trent.
Josh twisted his upper body until he could look at Trent. "It's ok. I
want it, if you're ready. I was just tested a few weeks ago and I'm clean,
and you haven't been with anyone since you arrived and you got tested
then."
Trent relaxed slightly, his cock lodging tight against Josh's hole
and sighed as the heat of his ass circled Trent's cock.
"Josh, I've never," said Trent softly.
"Shh, let me. You just lay back and relax," said Josh with a smile.
Trent looked at Josh, saw the eagerness in his face, smiled and
nodded slightly.
Josh grinned and jumped from the bed, the frigid room suddenly toasty
warm as he ran to the bathroom and was back with the lube they had bought
for when they needed it, which was now. Quickly back in the bed, Josh
looked down at Trent's massive erection and his smiling face. Josh looked
down, ready to lick the column of manhood, but something told him
no. Following his instincts, he squirted out a palm full of gel and then
coated Trent's cock.
"Oh fuck, that feels good. God, lube is such a good thing," said
Trent with a grin.
Josh smiled back and filled his hand again. Lifting his top leg, Josh
reached back and smeared his crack. Quickly shoving two fingers inside
himself, he gasp at the sudden intrusion. While his fingers opened his ass,
he leaned in and started kissing Trent. He looked at Trent's massive
erection and the realization that he hadn't considered how large Trent was,
especially in comparison to Zach. Josh wasn't particularly drawn to big
cocks, but since he was falling for Trent he wasn't upset that he was hung
like a horse. In the midst of everything Josh realized he didn't want Trent
to wait too long or he might change his mind.
With a loud wet sound Josh drove in a third finger, trying not to
gasp at the sharp pain. After he'd thrust them inside himself a few times,
the pain diminished, and Josh felt that he was ready. Moving across the
bed, he knelt over Trent and reached down to aim his rigid cock. Josh
lowered himself until Trent's swollen cockhead was wedged firmly against
his hole. Pressing down harder his ass began to expand as the thick
stone-hard cock worked its way inside. As his outer sphincter stretched,
the pain began to return. But Josh bit down on his lip and pressed hard,
forcing the turgid cock inside. As the head popped through, Josh froze,
waiting for the pain to subside.
His body was trembling and drenched in sweat. Josh wanted this more
than anything before in his life. He would not disappoint Trent because he
had rushed their first anal sex. With resolve, Josh began pushing down
again, forcing Trent's cock through, the searing pain almost overwhelming
him until finally it ripped through into Josh's gut. Josh gasped as the
pain lanced through him, locked in place, hoping the pain would truly
recede after a few minutes. Suddenly he felt a feather soft touch slip up
his chest and begin rubbing his nipples.
"Josh, you don't have to do this. I know I'm big. I don't want to
hurt you," said Trent.
"Just give me a second. It'll get better."
The look of concern on Trent's face didn't lessen the hardness of his
cock. After a little more time, the pain did lessen. It helped that Trent
kept up a steady stream of touching and stroking him, trying to revive
Josh's deflated cock. Josh lowered himself millimeter by millimeter until
at long last he felt Trent's bush caress his ass. With a sigh of relief, he
reached down and let his fingers drift over Trent.
"You're all the way in. Damn, you're even bigger than I though. But
it feels amazing," said Josh with a smile.
Trent smiled back, his head swimming with desire, wanting to bend
Josh over and fuck him hard. But while he was on the streets he'd known
guys that the johns had gotten rough with, and they didn't recover
quickly. So Trent lay still, letting Josh set the pace while he enjoyed
every moment.
Josh started slowly, gradually moving his body up and down Trent's
hard cock. His speed gradually increasing until Trent was gasping with
pleasure. The waves of desire washed over Trent with each motion of Josh's
body. Soon his body was shaking with desire as he tried to delay the
inevitable. But Josh began working his nipples and Trent lost his tenuous
grip. He grabbed Josh's hips tightly, his body quaking.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm coming, Josh!"
Josh tried to tighten his ass, but the violent pain stopped him in
his tracks. Letting Trent unload, Josh merely endured the final moments of
their first anal sexual encounter. He could see the sheer lust playing
across Trent's face as he shot blast after blast of cum into Josh's used
ass. With a final shudder, Trent's body relaxed, and he looked up at Josh.
"That was incredible," said Trent softly.
Josh leaned down, kissing Trent softly, glad that he had enjoyed
it. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. That makes me very happy."
Trent waited, but when nothing else was forthcoming, he reached down
and lightly touched Josh's flaccid dick. "So what's wrong? Is it me?"
Josh suddenly chuckled, shocking Trent before he explained, "No,
exactly the opposite actually. It was a little more, uncomfortable, than
I'd thought it was going to be. I wanted you so bad that I think I forced
it a little too fast."
"Oh . . ." said Trent softly, his voice laced with concern.
Josh smiled and caressed Trent's face. "It'll be ok, and it's
completely my fault." Josh paused for a minute and then looked outside at
the rapidly growing light. "We need to get dressed. We told Mitch we'd
take the horses out with him today to go through the south pasture moving
cattle."
Trent nodded and moved to get out of the bed, unsure what was going
on, but feeling his security again eroding.
<><><><>
As the day wore on, Mitch had noticed something was off with
Josh. The grimace on his face seemed to grow with each passing minute in
the saddle. He'd asked a few times what was wrong, but now Mitch was
becoming concerned. He'd watched the pair as they walked the horses to cool
them down, and then bedded them in their stalls. Mitch could tell that
something had happened and since Darrin was catching up on a few things on
campus, this time the problem was his to try and straighten out.
Peeling off his boots at the door, Mitch watched as Josh moved
stiffly into the living room and sat slowly on his hip, a pained expression
flitting across his face. Mitch glanced over to Trent, and was surprised
to see a look of guilt on the younger man.
"Ok, what the hell is going on? What happened to you, Josh?" said
Mitch with a stern look.
"Nothing. I'm fine," said Josh, trying to sit straight in the thickly
padded chair, and failing.
"Trent, why is Josh in pain? Don't bullshit me either," said Mitch
sternly.
Trent looked at Josh, concern warring with guilt on his face. "Josh,
he might know what to do. It seems to just be getting worse."
"Goddamn it," Josh muttered but without any other response.
Trent turned to Mitch and in his typical blunt delivery, explained
what had happened. "We fucked this morning, for the first time. I was too
big, and Josh got ripped."
"Ripped?" asked Mitch, knowing that Josh was far from a
virgin. Turning to Josh he continued, "How bad? Are you bleeding?"
"I don't know. I haven't checked. But it hurts like a mother fuck'r."
Mitch let out a long sigh, "Come on. Sitting in a hot tub will
help. We need to see if it is bad enough that you need to see a doctor."
"No! Please, Mitch! I don't want anyone else to know," said Josh with
a shame filled voice.
Mitch looked at him for a long second, and then relaxed, putting
himself in Josh's place and understanding the young man's concern. "Ok, but
if you're bleeding, you're going. Got it?"
Josh nodded and pushed himself up from the chair and slowly followed
Mitch to the bathroom with Trent trailing behind. Mitch quickly started the
water, making it comfortably hot. Laying out towels, he turned to the two
men standing behind him. "Trent, help him into the tub and see if there's
any blood in his underwear. He needs to just soak for a while, it'll help
the pain. Then, we're all going to have a talk."
Mitch left the room to give the couple some privacy. He busied
himself around the kitchen, getting things ready so there was less work for
Darrin when he got home. Mitch was also concerned about Josh. If he was
that sore after one session, then things went wrong. Mitch hated to
embarrass the couple, but he wasn't going to let this go without discussing
it. Finally he heard the door open and looked up. Seeing the two walk
sheepishly into the living room, Mitch motioned them to the couch. He
smiled to himself at how tightly Josh was gripping the towel around
himself, but he decided this talk was best gotten out of the way
immediately. Looking to Josh, he began his questioning.
"How do you feel? I'm sure you're still sore, but how bad's the
pain?" asked Mitch.
Josh shifted in his seat; uncomfortable at the personal direction he
knew this conversation was going to take. "It's a lot better. The hot bath
helped."
Catching Trent in his gaze, Mitch continued. "Was there any blood?"
"No," said Trent quietly, but then with a mischievous grin he added,
"No brown racing stripe either."
Mitch chuckled and appreciated the drop in tension between the three
of them at Trent's joke. With a smile and a slight sigh Mitch continued.
"So things didn't go exactly as planned this morning. What do you
need to do to keep this from happening again?"
"I just rushed it. That's all," said Josh with a quiet look on his
face.
"It sorta happened fast. I'm sorry I hurt you, Josh," added Trent
with a guilty look on his face.
"No body to blame here. I just want to make sure you know what you
need to know," said Mitch, his voice neutral. He waited as the silence
stretched out to uncomfortable levels. With an inward sigh he realized this
was going to be up to him.
"So, why was it rushed? What happened?"
"Well," began Trent, "I woke up . . . in the mood."
Mitch stifled a snicker and managed to nod in a knowing way.
"And Josh said he wanted to, and that he would do everything."
"Josh, what happened?" asked Mitch.
"I don't know. We used plenty of lube. I think I just didn't realize
how big Trent was," said Josh as his face flushed crimson.
Mitch turned to Trent, starting to ask the question that was killing
him to ask, but knew it was really none of his business, so he
continued. "What about foreplay? Didn't that help you get him looser?"
"Ahh, there really wasn't much foreplay. I sorta shoved a few fingers
up there and did myself," said Josh, his face turning a remarkable color.
Mitch turned back to Trent, "Why not, that's a lot of the fun. And it
helps get everything looser, at least it does me, especially oral."
"Yeah, I didn't do anything," said Trent, starting to look guilty
again. He glanced over to Josh and continued, "I don't think I'm ready to
suck off anyone, it . . . it's too much like what happened on the street."
Josh looked over at Trent, hurt that his boyfriend hadn't shared his
feelings. He started to say something, but caught a barely perceptible
shake of the head from Mitch, and let the comment go.
Mitch looked at both of them and sighed. "Ok, well it will heal, but
it'll probably take a few weeks. If you see blood then we need to go to the
doctor. I know you don't want to do that, but we don't want an infection or
something. The hot baths will help the soreness and you're welcome to use
our tub. Also, you need to make sure you eat lots of fiber and drink a ton
of water. I know it sounds like old man talk, but for while stuff coming
out is going to hurt, and you want it easy to pass." Mitch stopped for a
minute, letting them think about everything.
When he was convinced that they knew what he was talking about, Mitch
continued, "Next time, more foreplay and make sure you are good and ready,
Josh. If it hurts, then you need to spend more time letting Trent open you
up. I know in the heat of the moment you just want to . . . well you
know. But there are consequences later."
Stopping for a breath he turned to Trent. "I know this is new for
you. But anal sex takes more time, and if you are well endowed, then it's
your responsibility to protect your partner. Just because someone is gay
doesn't mean they can take a rolling pin shoved up their ass. It varies and
you have to be the one to take care of the other person."
Mitch looked down, took in a deep breath, and looking back he
chuckled softly at the sight of two very uncomfortable young men in front
of him. "Yes, go. I'm sure this talk was less fun for you than it was me."
Mitch held it together until he heard the door shut behind the
fleeing pair. Then his body shook with mirth as he thought about crazy
horny teenagers, and how glad he was that he and Darrin were past that
stage.
Later that evening, as he and Darrin were undressing for bed he
recounted the events of the day to Darrin, and both were chuckling at the
poor, embarrassed younger couple.
"Well, at least they did know enough to use lube and not try to get
by with spit," said Darrin.
"Oh god! We'd of had to take Josh to the hospital if they'd tried
that. He must have been ripped pretty good as it was from the pain he was
in all day."
Darrin stopped, his mouth open as he thought about whether to say
what he was thinking or not. Mitch looked up and saw his expression, and
began laughing.
"I know, I thought the same thing. How fuck'n big is Trent?" said
Mitch with a laugh.
With warm laughter echoing around the room, both men climbed into
bed, snuggling against each other and enjoying the warmth of their
relationship.
<><><><>
As they neared spring break for the university, Darrin was looking
forward to some time away. He had been working hard to get the rest of his
research submitted for review, and he was badly in need of rest. They had
talked about going to Boys' Town in Chicago, but somehow Chicago in March
didn't seem like a great choice. But they had done a little searching on
the web and found out the Houston stock show and rodeo were at the same
time as Darrin's spring break, and Houston in March sounded much more
enjoyable.
The plans for the getaway had Darrin distracted so when walked past
Kevin Boorman, he almost got to his office before the huge red mark peeking
from underneath his shirt registered. Darrin paused for a heartbeat, his
good judgment telling him to leave it, but he couldn't let it go. He just
couldn't pass up a chance to push Kevin's buttons. Doing a quick about
face, he trailed Boorman back to his office. Darrin stood at the doorway
and smiled, watching him walk around his desk to sit down. Kevin finally
realized he wasn't alone, and didn't look happy to see Darrin standing at
his doorway.
"What do you want, Anderson," barked out Kevin.
"Why Kevin, I'm shocked at your greeting. We're so tight," said
Darrin smoothly and with a smile. Continuing, he decided that he wasn't
going to stand and chitchat when he could poke at Boorman immediately.
"Looks like you had a great weekend though," Darrin said, motioning
toward the mark on Kevin's shoulder.
Boorman's eyes cast a furtive glance around the room. There were
several moments of silence while Darrin gave Kevin enough time to spin a
convincing yarn. When it was obvious that none was forthcoming, Darrin
prodded his nemesis again.
"Was he at least good looking? Not another tiny twink I'd hope," said
Darrin with a smirk.
"No! He wasn't a twink!" said Boorman sharply, then gasped and
covered his mouth when he realized what he'd said.
Darrin stood quietly and looked at Kevin, giving him time to truly
worry about what he had just admitted. As he did, he suddenly realized that
not all of Boorman's squirming was from psychological discomfort, he was
moving remarkably like Josh was a few weeks earlier. Darrin couldn't keep a
snort of laughter contained, which garnered him a sharp look from
Boorman. Darrin plastered on a stereotypical sweet smile as he leaned onto
Boorman's desk and in a voice that only Boorman could hear Darrin said,
"When his dick went in, I bet you found out you were a screamer."
Boorman sputtered, becoming more and more upset as Darrin turned and
walked out of the office. The entire way to his office Darrin was smiling
broadly at the thought of Kevin squirming with the innuendo Darrin had
dumped on him. He so enjoyed the entire incident that he was still smiling
about it when he arrived home.
Mitch looked up as Darrin walked into the bedroom. He immediately saw
the smirk on Darrin's face and knew something was up.
"What have you done?" said Mitch.
Darrin started chuckling, but after hours of holding it in he quickly
burst out laughing. "Boorman. It was tacky of me, but it was just too
easy."
"What?" said Mitch, trying not to smirk.
"Well he has a huge hicky on his shoulder, and I was giving him a
hard time about how he got it. Then I noticed he was very careful to sit on
the sides of his ass, like a certain youngster around here was doing a few
weeks ago," explained Darrin with a smile.
Mitch gave up all pretense at not thinking this was funny. "And what
pray tell, did you say to our friend Doctor Boorman?"
"I told him that I bet he was a screamer," said Darrin with a smirk.
"Oh, you are an evil man," said Mitch and then broke out laughing.
"It was bad, and I shouldn't poke fun at the little twerp, but it was
just too easy this time."
"Yup, you were a bad, bad boy. I might just have to punish you
later," said Mitch with a grin.
"Oh? And are you going to spank me?" said Darrin with a leer.
Mitch walked over, wrapped his arms around his husband and gently
started rubbing his nipples. "Oh yeah, punish me babe. Please punish me."
Darrin's head relaxed, enjoying Mitch attention, when a loud bang
announced the arrive of the younger pair. Sighing, Mitch released Darrin
with a kiss on the back of his neck and a whispered promise. "When we get
to Houston, you may be walking funny too."
"I'm looking forward to it," said Darrin with a sigh.
<><><><>
"Last year when you two left, all hell broke loose. I don't want to
do that again," said Josh with his arms crossed.
Mitch chuckled and shook his head. "Last year was just a quirk. I'm
sure nothing will happen this time. We aren't calving any heifers, the
goats are doing fine. Trent knows what to do much better than Zach did."
"I swear, Mitch. If it goes to shit, it's not my fault," said Josh
adamantly.
"We'll only be in Houston for a week. We're going to the fair and
rodeo and just unwind a little," said Darrin, piping in to help Mitch
out. Trent however, stood to one side, feeling out of place in this
discussion. He had his own concerns, but they were just representative of
his past problems. He was distantly listening to Josh argue, but even he
knew it wasn't really that Josh objected, it was that he was worried. But
Mitch and Darrin were double teaming him and he soon had to relent.
Josh and Trent helped load the guy's luggage into the pickup and
stood silently on the porch as they watched the pickup drive slowly down
the driveway. Josh was worried about he and Trent being in charge for a
week, but he guessed it would be ok. He noticed Max coming toward them and
squatted down to give him a good scratch. Max turned his red and white
muzzle to Josh, and puked on his boot.
"Oh fuck!" yelled Josh while Trent snickered.
<><><><>
Night was descending as they pulled into the hotel. Darrin had to
smile when the valet and the bellhop almost sprinted to them. He was
impressed with the lobby, very modern with white marble and chrome. But
then Mitch typically made great choices when they traveled. The rest of the
staff were just as friendly, very helpful, and didn't lift a brow when
Mitch registered the two of them in a room with a single king-sized
bed. Mitch did, of course, notice and rewarded the staff with generous
tips.
During the trip to Houston, Darrin had already been on the phone
several times to calm Josh down about Max, assuring him that unless
something else happened, the collie would be fine. They'd also had another
talk that everything would be okay, this time the result was not as
convincing. But Darrin put that behind him as the walked into the room and
watched as the bellhop put their bags to one side. Once they were alone
Darrin turned to take it all in.
"You always pick great places, Mitch," said Darrin.
Mitch chuckled, "Well I try not to pick rat holes."
Darrin reached over and lightly punched his teasing husband on the
arm, "You know what I mean dick weed."
"Dick weed, dick weed? I hadn't heard that since I was in seventh
grade," said Mitch with a laugh.
"Yeah well, it seemed appropriate," said Darrin with a smile. Darrin
watched as the look on Mitch's face shifted, going from juvenile humor to
one much more indicative of adult thoughts. He watched as his handsome
husband walked closer. After six years Darrin still wondered what Mitch
saw in him, because he thought Mitch was stunning, even more now than when
they first met. His dark hair now had the beginnings of silver, his rough
face still dark and desirable, not to mention his highly kissable
lips. Darrin also knew that his body was still tight and hard, with the
perfect covering of hair to make him want Mitch continually.
As the distance between then narrowed, he could smell the scent of
his husband curl through his nostrils, instantly awakening his cock, his
nipples stiffening. It had been several weeks since they'd had time for
more than a perfunctory meeting of each other's needs, certainly not the
lovemaking they both desired. The look on Mitch's face clearly said that he
was ready to begin to correct that deficiency.
Darrin ached for Mitch's touch, wanted to feel the gentle but
masculine touch that his body craved. When his fingertips touched Darrin's
face, electrical pulses ran through his system, shifting his focus to his
man. Darrin felt Mitch's strong fingers trace through the short hair on his
head, intertwining behind his neck and pulling them together. Their lips
met, lingering, as the fire of passion roared inside them both. As the kiss
broke, both men gasped for air, wanting the other.
"Fuck, you make me so hard," said Mitch in a deep gravely voice, his
lust barely controlled.
"You promised to fuck me until I was walking like Josh," said Darrin
with a lustful smile.
"I'm a much better lover than Trent. My partner won't be hurting, at
least nothing more than's needed," answered Mitch with a leer.
Darrin groaned at the thought, knowing Mitch would take him to the
heights of passion. Darrin was lost for several minutes as he flashed
through some of the more memorable moments with Mitch, but he was brought
back to the present quickly when he felt Mitch's hands slide under his
shirt and begin rubbing his nipples. He distantly felt his husband's hand
begin to open his shirt and it was soon fluttering to the floor, quickly
followed by Mitch's. Mitch pulled them tight together, their chests
rubbing, each hair shooting sensations through Darrin's system until he was
beginning to think he was going to explode in his pants. But Mitch was
better than that, and slowly released Darrin.
"Oh no, lover. You're not wasting that fresh jizz on your undies. I
don't care how sexy I think they are," said Mitch breathlessly.
Darrin stared dumbly as Mitch pulled him so he was standing beside
the bed. Mitch sat in front of Darrin and began to undress him. His hands
slid down Darrin's legs, untying each shoe and then lifting Darrin's foot
out, rolling the socks off and tossing them aside. Mitch reached up and
opened the top button on Darrin's trousers, letting them slide down his
legs. Mitch chuckled and looked up at Darrin. "No more professor pants
this week, I only want to see your ass naked, or in Wranglers."
Darrin chuckled huskily and nodded his agreement.
Mitch looped his fingers through the waistband of his pants and then,
with agonizing slowness, pulled them down, Darrin's rigid cock trapped
inside. Mitch leaned in, planting soft kisses on the hard shaft as it was
slowly reveled. Once it sprung free of it's confines, Mitch caught it in
his lips and sucked the leaking precum from it. Mitch looked into Darrin's
eyes with lusty need.
"You are so handsome, and you keep getting more handsome each year,"
said Mitch.
Darrin grinned, shaking his head in denial, but suddenly gasped as
Mitch began fondling his nuts. As he stretched Darrin's scrotum, trapping
his nuts, and then letting them escape, Darrin's gasps of pleasure came
with more and greater force. As he again approached release, Mitch gently
freed him, watching his body sway as the ripples of desire filled him.
Mitch stood, gently guided Darrin, laying him face first on the bed,
pausing for a moment to enjoy the sight, and then quickly stripping and lay
on top of him. He began by nibbling Darrin's neck, then slowly made his way
down his back, his lips and tongue reacquainting themselves with his
man. He reached Darrin's wonderful ass, gripping it and gradually opened it
for inspection. Seeing the deep red rosebud buried in the nest of hair,
Mitch wanted to ram his cock inside, feel the hot tight tunnel he knew
awaited him and pound Darrin until his cock exploded, filling his husband
with cum until it leaked from around his cock. But tonight was not that
kind of lovemaking.
Instead, he moved closer, catching the scent of his lover, and
tentatively circled Darrin's hole with his stiffened tongue, loving the
texture of hair surrounding it and the delicate folds that radiated from
his hole. He knew Darrin's desire was growing, his moans escalating in
volume with each lick. Knowing Darrin's needs, Mitch quickly rolled his
tongue and speared Darrin's hole with his tongue. He began to tongue fuck
his husband, each time his tongue pierced Darrin's hole, his husband became
less and less coherent. Knowing it was time; Mitch bounded from the bed and
frantically dug in their bag, quickly emerging with an enormous bottle of
lube. Setting it on the nightstand, he filled his hand with gel and
smeared it over Darrin's butt, quickly spearing his loosened ass with two
fingers.
Mitch worked them slowly, fingering his husband as the moans again
gained in volume. Pausing briefly he added to the lube and reinserted with
three fingers. He teased and played, trying to drive Darrin into lustful
oblivion. He knew it was close, that Darrin was almost ready, when suddenly
his world turned topsy-turvy.
Mitch quickly regained his bearings, only to find that he was on his
back, and Darrin had straddled his waist. Darrin grinned at him maniacally,
and spat out. "Too long!"
Mitch nestled his hands behind his head, ready to enjoy whatever his
husband wanted. He felt Darrin's strong hand wrap around his cock, aiming
it at his ass, and then Darrin sat down, taking all of Mitch inside him in
one steady push. Mitch watched Darrin's face, involuntarily recalling
Josh, but there was no hint of anything other than glorious pleasure from
Darrin. Hitting bottom, he ground his ass against Mitch's crotch, and then
began using Mitch to pleasure himself. With head thrown back, mouth open
and panting, Darrin lost himself in the wonder of Mitch inside him,
fulfilling his need.
Mitch could tell immediately that Darrin was close. The foreplay had
him ready to fire his load. His hands grabbed Mitch's chest, kneading his
muscles as their bodies joined in breathtaking fulfillment. Mitch could
tell from the gasps and deep groans that he had found Darrin's prostate,
hammering it harder and harder as he was lost in their lovemaking.
Suddenly Darrin grabbed his leaking cock and started flogging it with
both hands, his ass tightening, signaling to Mitch that he was about to
explode. Mitch was grasping the precipice of his own orgasm, not wanting to
lose it before Darrin.
His thoughts refocused when hot cum hit his cheek. Followed by the
feel of a ribbon of cum splashing across his chest. As Darrin's orgasm
reached its highpoint, Mitch felt himself being covered with hot seed, his
torso and face splattered with semen.
Without a word, Mitch curled upward, pushing Darrin back against the
bed, his legs over Mitch's shoulders. Mitch's throbbing cock plunged into
Darrin's ass, enjoying the gasp of pleasure that escaped from between
Darrin's lips as Mitch pounded hard into him. Mitch wanted to breed his
man, their mating again consecrating their union. Mitch rotated his hips,
enjoying the pleasure found at the depths of his husband. Desperate to
extend the sensations, Mitch moved with tender consideration, until his
body began to shudder with need. As his lust mounted, he began to lose
himself in the act, his hips snapping forward, awarded by gasps from
Darrin. After a few moments they were both lost in the joining, with Mitch
ramming his engorged cock harder and faster as his needs built.
Mitch knew he was reaching his summit, he could feel cum boiling from
his balls. With an animalistic cry, he rammed himself deep into his
husband. His load emptying into Darrin's gut, Mitch trembling as his entire
body shook with release. The waves of delight washed over Mitch, until
with a final grunt, he released the last of his load into Darrin. The pair
gasped, panting hard, both exhausted from their passionate exchange.
Mitch slowly started moving back and forth, feeling his hard cock
press through the wet load he had given Darrin. Mitch ran his hands over
his lover, amazed as always at the intense pleasure they could share. Mitch
was not yet finished though.
Running his fingernails down Darrin's back, Mitch slowly pulled
out. He smiled as a small stream of white cascaded from Darrin's
hole. Running his finger through it, he slowly pressed into the trickle and
entered Darrin's well-satisfied butt. Wanting to finalize their
lovemaking, Mitch wiggled down the bed until his face was at Darrin's butt,
and inhaled deeply. The strong scent of sex enveloped him; the mingling of
his own sex and Darrin's forming a fog that awakened a more primitive
Mitch. In a final act, Mitch leaned in and ran his tongue over Darrin's
asshole.
"Ah fuck," said Darrin dreamily.
Mitch dipped in again, filling his senses with the passion that
existed between the pair. After a final swipe, Mitch pressed his body
upward, slipping over Darrin's body until he was nibbling at the back of
his neck. After a delicious, satisfying time, Darrin turned his head and
kissed Mitch again.
"Thank you, lover. That was amazing," said Darrin with a satisfied
sigh.
Mitch kissed him back, playfully biting his lower lip. "For me too."
Darrin suddenly let out an unexpected giggle. "I hope the two trouble
makers are enjoying their time without us too."
Mitch nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I'm sure they are enjoying some
time with us not hovering over them."
<><><><>
Josh looked in disbelief as Trent led both horses toward him, both
with pronounced limps. Josh looked at Trent with a look of disbelief.
"What the hell happened to them?"
"I have no idea. I was cooling them down and they both started
limping. Maybe something happened when we had to chase the bulls back to
their pasture after they tore up the fence."
"Oh shit! What else can go wrong!" bemoaned Josh.
Trent started to say something, but heard a noise coming around the
barn. They both turned just in time to see the first goat scamper around
the barn and head down the road. As the trickle became a torrent, Josh
looked at Trent in dismay.
"Fuck a god damn duck!"
<><><><><>
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